Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
That was a relief, finding that out. Spoke to Dave; it’s been unconscionably warm in TO, but it’s been about average for July here, clear and hot and airless.
Tammy is recovering well from her knee replacement, yay mobility.
Had a most cheering twitter conversation with my biggest fan yesterday, that was pleasant.
Haven’t heard from or seen Keith in a while… wondering how he’s doing.
I’m thinking of walking over to Tim Horton’s. Woke up with my knees hurting like crazy (I have no idea why) but I suspect they’ll feel better if I go walkies.
Mike CAME OVER YESTERDAY and brought wings, bless him, crunchy Thai wings, which we devoured while we watched the season finale of Expanse (again, like we mind).
Also yesterday, brief visit to Value Village with Katie, and then ALEX CAME in the afternoon and played with water in the backyard and DEMANDED TO SEE A PINBALL in the flesh after playing Star Trek and then I assumed he still didn’t have the coordination to play a kazoo AND I WAS WRONG and we marched up and down the basement blowing on our kazoos.
Here’s a twitter explosion about Queen Elizabeth that I hope you all enjoy. The references to Canada vis a vis trumpty justabout make mah heart perslode.
Lovely walk with Paul yesterday at the Quay (I was sweating like an atheist in church at the end of it) and he kept going on and fucking on about gazpacho so I fixed him with my basilisk stare and we bought veggies and I made gazpacho for him when he drove me home. It’s DAMN GOOD GAZPACHO. It had one whole beefsteak tomato with the fibrous bits and seeds out of it, one whole red pepper, one whole English cuke, three scallions and most of a V8 bottle, plus salt, pepper and cilantro.
It’s a blessing in this heat, seriously.
Tammy has successfully gotten a new knee; now for the physio, poor lamb. Sounds like she’s on the start of an excellent recovery.
Editing continues – I’ve calmed down somewhat. I mean if Dunnett can move a battle ten years in the wrong direction and suck it up so can I have meshugas with timeline.
Dan Rather on twitter this am:
I cherish taking leisurely strolls with my wife Jean at twilight. My steps are getting slower and increasingly I have another journey on my mind–the one into eternity. But the joy–the sheer, unadulterated joy–of a hand-in-hand , slow walk as evening shadows fall never ceases.
This is my fOlks and the drives in the Camaro.
happy sigh.
I did two nice things for Katie; I made her a lunch and I am assembling some TV shows for her to watch at her request. I’m thinking of making chocolate syrup for Alex to speed matters when he’s demanding choc milk.
Beautiful walk in Oakalla (Deer Lake Park) yesterday. Paul’s still a quart low from the last blood donation so he was actually having trouble keeping up to me and that my friends has not happened in a damned long while.
I’ve adjusted my medication and there’s always a couple of days of wobbliness…. actually what I did was I halved my vitamin d intake and will keep it that way until after the solstice, and I’m definitely perkier. I’m experiencing a bit more pain, still adjusting to the new orthotics but I was expecting this and it’s just meh, not alert the media.
damn that was a nice sunrise.
Just spoke to pOp on the phone. He is a veritable factory of productive activity these days, so we started talking probiotics. Also talked about the kids including Keith’s bday celebration and a long description of WHY there was cake. POP YOU TELL GGMA
So I’m of the opinion that you should punch Nazis while they’re little and weak, because once they’ve completely got the legal monopoly on the use of force sewn up with bad judges and no civil rights – like has already happened in the states, sorry, it’s happened – they become a lot harder to punch.
I had a brief and unpleasant contact on twitter. At one point, angered by my insistence that a boy teen in a MAGA hat deserves a slap if he’s going to be an asshole, my interlocutor asked me what I’d say to a black man in a MAGA hat.
Here’s my response.
Nothing. My remit is talking to stupid white people. (ED NOTE I’M VERY PROUD OF THAT RESPONSE) You have pretty spelling, so maybe you aren’t a bot. (THIS IS ACTUALLY AN ISSUE ON TWITTER) The man behind MAGA enables racism in the service of the wealthy and power-mad, and in so doing, mein freund, he does not stray far from the road to OÅ›wiÄ™cim.
drop that mike
ANYWAY a horde of racists promptly came in to my mentions and dropped shit on me, but they all cleared out my this morning.
Keith’s partay at the Bombay Bistro was very nice, and we hung out at Planet Bachelor for a while afterward.
I’m kind of jumping around a lot, but I’m definitely editing.
Supper tonight at Bombay Bistro with (apparently) just Keith for the b-day, which is a drag unless I want to take home a lot of leftovers (ie won’t be able to order many dishes).
Looking forward to my ultrasound. Weird that I keep having to have them, but at least they are relatively non-invasive.
Read a fantastic article by a male porn artist and sex worker and academic and social justice activist and man alive I wish I’d read it before I wrote Sweetie’s House of Tentacles. He lays out how anti-sex work activists sound EXACTLY like TERFs and the moral majority types panicking about ter geyz back in the 80’s. Like, almost word for word. Really ripped some scales from my eyes.
I announced that I was unemployed and the Pedorthist immediately came up with cheaper solutions.
I’m still going to get a full set of new orthotics, but basically I got very expensive off the shelf shoe liners plus I’m getting retreads, so that was less than 200 bucks.
The thing in my neck appears to be going down, so either it’s just having a moment or the weensy infection I think I was working on has gone down.
Off to get new orthotics this morning. The old ones are two years old and a bit and unfortunately my foot pain is abruptly so bad that I can’t put it off any longer.
Not much is happening. The noise continues next door, but the work crew is so hard working and cheerful it’s hard for me to stay growly about it. It’s all going to be done in a month.
So yesterday Alex and Katie showed up because Alex woke up and decided that my place IS SEVERELY DEFICIENT OF TOYS. So he brought some. He played the pinball games – he’s starting to get the point and using the flipper button properly- and then they left.
He marched halfway to the car and said I WANNA HUG GIGI because he left without hugging me.
daawwwwwwwwww
Today I am going to wrassle some more crap into corners, and maybe even start LABELLING THINGS. Which would be hilarious and probably not work, but sure I’ll give it a go.
Feud-prone, brilliant, and pragmatic as well as hyper-vigilant in defending his writing gifts.
A classic example of a problematic feminist.
Everyone in my family will mourn him, especially my parents, for whom he was a contemporary.
The man who wrote The Glass Teat is dead.
later…. WOW A LOT OF PEOPLE IN FANDOM ARE PISSING ON HIS GRAVE. “I grew up in fandom over the last 20 years and the only thing he ever did of note was grab Connie Willis by the tit at worldcon so screw him and I’m never reading anything he wrote or edited.”
USUALLY WE TAKE TWO HUNDRED YEARS TO GET TO THAT ATTITUDE WITH ‘great writers’ but now I predict that in a few years he’ll disappear from sf canon, except for Star Trek, the only place for sure he’ll stay peppy.
meanwhile people like adam-troy castro and patton oswalt are beating their breasts on twitter because they knew him personally and yeah I get that.
